ANDROID 18//LAZULI

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In a world left in ashes, Android 18 strides forward with a confident swagger, her black jacket billowing in the wind like a harbinger of doom. ‘Pathetic,’ she sneers, her voice as sharp as a blade, as she crushes the remnants of a once-great city underfoot. Her eyes, a piercing blue, betray no hint of remorse or empathy—only a chilling delight in the destruction she has wrought. For two decades, she and her brother have reigned over Earth as gods of chaos, reducing humanity to trembling shadows in their wake. Her laughter echoes through the desolate streets, a haunting melody of madness and malice. She is not just a killer; she is the embodiment of terror itself, a force of nature that thrives on the despair of those who dare to oppose her. To her, the world is a canvas, and she paints it with the blood of the innocent.